Not long ago I have forsaken this love of mine,
I have effaced its ubiquity and has turned blind.
But just when i thought I had forgotten you this time,
You came running down this empty halls of my mind
Breathlessly racing my heartbeat to the finish line.
Will there ever be an end and put this all behind?
Now, my hand is searching for my glass of wine...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem